Saved For Such A Time | Pastel Pumpkin Bouquet Art Print

This gentle art print features a white pumpkin overflowing with pastel blooms, a soft arrangement of flowers that captures the beauty of harvest and home. Printed on archival matte photo paper in 5x7 or 8x10, each piece is sustainably made with vibrant inks and shipped in recycled packaging. A tender seasonal accent for nurseries, kitchens, or cozy gathering spaces.

Product Details:

• Dimensions: 5"x7" or 8"x10", unframed
• Originally created as a watercolor painting
• Designed and printed in-house
• Printed with archival, vibrant pigment-based inks
• Ships with 100% recycled, reclaimed, or reused materials
• Origin: Printed in the U.S.A.
  

About the Paper:

• Archival matte photo paper for lasting quality
• 100% recyclable
• Paper made in the U.S.A

About The Artist

Shannon Marie creates original mixed-media and watercolor art, often blending paint, gouache, ink, and other techniques. Each piece is printed with eco-friendly practices in mind. Alongside every artwork is a unique story that reflects the beauty of small, everyday moments. Her stories acts as a reminder to slow down and notice the little things in life. Shannon hopes that when you look at her art, you feel encouraged and at peace, knowing it was created with both heart and sustainability in mind.

Story:

Saved For Such A Time

Snip! I remember the sound well. Another flower now in her clutch. Every spring and summer it was the same. I carried the basket while Grandmother harvested blooms. She would gather like blooms together, wrap the ends in jute, and hang them to dry. Her walls and shelves were filled with these aromatic adornments. It was a sight imprinted on my senses forever.

In time, the nights began to cool and the sun went to bed sooner. The chill of morning lingered longer, the blooms faded, and the gardens grew dull.

A lover of beauty, Grandmother walked to the cellar to fetch a pumpkin. Carving out the insides, she placed the seeds in the oven to bake while scanning her walls for the perfect adornments to fill the lively vessel.

She rustled each preserved piece of sunshine into its spot, soft as the snips that began the season, until it could hold no more. Grandmother then laid out a freshly pressed tablecloth and runner, set the bursting arrangement in the center of the table, and suddenly the room was alive once more.

And now, as I sit at the table with the preserved scents of past seasons before me, I am reminded that endings, too, can be radiant.

“Beauty remains, even in the fading.” — Anonymous